A lady lies not in like her; there's her embossings, Embroiderings, spanglings, and I know not what, As if she lay with all the gaudy shops In Gresham's Burse about her; then her restoratives, Able to set up a young 'pothecary, And richly stock the foreman of a drug shop; Her sugar by whole loaves, her wines by rundlets.

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